“And you stay just as you are,
lying there in your beautiful blue suit,
your hands crossed on your chest
like the wings of a bird who has flown
in its strange migration not north or south
but straight up from earth
and pierced the enormous circle of the zodiac.”
by Billy Collins
from his poem “Horoscopes for the Dead,” which also includes this fabulous line: “though that sounds like a lot to get done on a Tuesday.”
On a Monday, too, Billy. Especially this Monday, which marks four years.
Missing you, Mom (and yes, I know you didn’t wear a blue suit, but I needed that part of the poem for context). love you!
